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You Set Fire to the Rain	By : icicle33 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or any part of the HP fandom or universe. This story is written purely for pleasure and no money is be made from it. None at all.

Chapter List
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Warnings: more UST, a shirtless and insane Malfoy, and some more wanking

Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter! I really appreciate the encouragement and feedback. I have been a little slow on the updates, but I am on spring break this week...so expect at least two updates!

Once again, a special thank you to my betas: ashiiblack and sonnyisforlovers, and as always, feedback feeds my muse!

Enjoy.

: :Thirteen: :

"This isn't a crush, it's an obsession. You are never not in my thoughts. Your scent carries across a room and paralyzes me with longing. I don't want to hold your hand. Part of me wants to set you on fire and hold you while the flame consumes us both, to eat your heart, so I know that only I possess it entirely." ~GH [13]

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The next morning, I woke up surprisingly early considering I had stayed up so late the previous night. I was in desperate need of a hangover potion but was too embarrassed to ask Andie for one. Secretly, I was hoping that you were already awake and would have a stash of them. As I walked over to your room, I noticed that your door had been left slightly ajar again; for some reason, you never seemed to close doors properly. I chuckled to myself at yet another one of your endearing idiosyncrasies; however, when I pushed open your door, the room was empty. Your bed was perfectly made, and even though I know that you are a fastidious neat freak, I could tell that the elegant bed hadn't been slept in.

Bugger. Was I really that much of an idiot that I didn't notice you sneak out last night? We had gotten home at almost five am—where the hell could you have gone?

The answer was obvious, but I didn't want to face the fact that you had gone back out to meet up with that skanky waitress. At least you had the decency to make sure I got home okay first. That counted for something, right? I tried not to picture you and the evil Francesca—who wasn't even that attractive—I mean, if you aren't into the tall, fit, model type.

I made my way into the dining room, hoping to distract myself with Teddy and Andromeda and trying my best to put a smile on my face. If there was one thing I learnt early that summer, it was how to lie through my teeth and put a fake smile upon my face. Actually, they were essential life skills that you probably learnt your first day in Slytherin, and I could barely perfect so many years later. Yes, I'm kind of sad and dismal. No wonder you went home with Francesca instead of me.

While sitting around the breakfast table, Andromeda kept asking about the previous night, and I tried my best not to show my disappointment that you were nowhere to be found. Luckily, after her fifth intrusive question, you came in scrambling through the door. Your hair was tousled and hanging in loose tendrils around your rosy cheeks; apparently, it was a cool morning, which was quite odd for the warm month of June. You were wearing a long grey trench coat over a pair of black trousers, which I assumed to be the same ones you were wearing last night, but then again, you seemed to have an infinite supply of tight black trousers, so I couldn't be sure. In your arms was a small tray of four hot beverages and a large paper bag.

"Bonjour my beautiful family," you said, as you put the treats down on the table and kissed Andromeda on the cheek.

"And Potter," you finished cheekily, your eyes lighting up.

"Hi," I said sheepishly afraid to meet your eyes; it was obvious why you were in such a good mood, and I didn't want to think about it. At all.

"Well, my darling family," you continued in that grandiose manner you have when you are in a good mood, "I love you all so deeply that I have brought you a real French breakfast." You gestured to the bag and beverages. "Freshly made croissants and the finest café au lait."

You passed out the beverages and croissants, and I quietly thanked you, still avoiding your pointed stare.

I took a sip of my beverage and was surprised when my mouth filled with a delicious, rich chocolate rather than the coffee I was expecting.

"This doesn't taste like I coffee," I said finally meeting your gaze.

"It's not." You raised your eyebrows at me. "I got you and Teddybear hot chocolate instead."

"Oh."

"I just figured that your uncouth British taste buds were not used to fine coffee, so it would be safer to bring you chocolate. I've seen you stuffing your face with chocolate for years."

Teddy seemed to think that was hilarious and dribbled hot chocolate down his chin, and even Andromeda grinned at your little joke.

"I like coffee," I cried, attempting to defend myself.

You just continued to raise your eyebrows at me and didn't look convinced.

"Well," I admitted after another large sip, "it is quite good."

"It's the best!" Teddy chimed in and then everyone laughed even me.

"So, Potter," you said casually, while you slowly sipped your coffee and ignored the croissant Andromeda had placed in front of you. "I would like to take my dear Auntie shopping today. I was wondering if you would watch Teddybear here?"

You beamed at me, your eyes bright and clear. There was no way that I could deny you anything when you looked at me like that. You bastard.

"Of course."

"Thank you, Harry," Andromeda said also beaming at me. "It's very kind of you, and I know you don't like shopping."

"Yeah, not so much," I said with a mouth full of croissant. I looked down at my empty plate and reached for another croissant. Lately, every time I was embarrassed or uncomfortable at the table, I would just reach for more food. I really needed to stop or by the end of the summer, this nervous habit was going to take a toll on my waistline.

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I was a fool to think that things had changed between us after that night in the bar. Other than the quick glimpses I got of you at meal times, you were never around. You would stay out all night and every time I peeked into your room, your bed looked unslept in again. Still, without fail you would show up with an array of French pastries in the morning, which of course you never seemed to touch and I would eat too many of instead; then you would disappear for the rest of the day. It just didn't make any sense. It was as if you never slept at all, which wasn't possible.

Once again, you were driving me insane.

After about a week of this nonsense, I decided to revert to my usual habits and spy on you. I waited just inside my door, spying through a small peephole I had made. When I finally saw you in the hallway at about a quarter past seven, I purposely bumped into you.

"Sorry Malfoy," I said trying my best to act casual. "I didn't see you there."

"Quite alright, Potter. Good morning to you."

"Yeah, you too."

You were dressed in a black sleeveless top and the tightest red running shorts that I had ever seen; there was no way in hell that they could have been comfortable. Your hair was tied back in a loose ponytail and held back by a green bandanna. You looked completely ludicrous and adorable at the same time.

"Potter, I'm going for my morning run. Do you care to join me?"

"Um, okay—just let me change."

"You have two minutes." You bent over to tie the laces of your matching red trainers. I couldn't help but ogle your delicious arse and had to run into my room before I got too excited.

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For some idiotic reason, I thought that I could keep up with you. I was used to running with the Aurors, even if I hadn't run at all or done much of any exercise in the last couple of months, but that still didn't prepare me for a Malfoy run.

You run just as you do everything in life with a pure determination and a fierce speed. We ran down by the beautiful Orb River, but instead of the scenic jog I thought we were going to take—taking in the stunning scenery and getting some fresh air in our lungs—you took off like a bullet.

You had a huge smile on your face and yelled, "Bet you can't catch me, Potter!"

You left me in a daze.

To say that you were fast would be an understatement. All I could say, is that thank Merlin Quidditch was played on broomsticks because if it had been played on foot, you would have wiped the pitch with me every single time. I always thought you were a graceful flier, but seeing you run was a true spectacle of beauty. You were a golden blur, your long hair reflecting shades of gold, yellow, and silver in the sun, and your pale complexion grew pink as you pushed yourself harder. It was such a beautiful sight that I almost forgot to chase after you. Almost. But not quite.

Foolishly, I thought it would be a breeze to catch you, but considering I hadn't slept much the night before and had been eating too much crap lately, I felt incredibly sluggish and out of breath. You ran as if someone was chasing you no matter how far in front of me you pulled, and by the time I finally reached you, you had been stretching and cooling down for several minutes.

"Merlin, Potter," you said, while removing your bandanna and adjusting your small ponytail, "if you always run like that, it's better that they kicked you out of the Aurors."

I put my hands on my sides and bent over trying to catch my breath.

"They didn't kick me out, Malfoy. I just decided to take a break."

"Yeah, indefinitely."

"No, I mean yes." I sighed loudly and tried to flatten my hair. "Actually, I don't really know."

"Well, if you are planning on going back, then I would be more cautious about what you put into that big fat mouth of yours, Potter." You smirked at me and rolled your eyes. "You're like an endless pit. If I ate like that, I'd be as big as a house."

I blushed heavily and pretended that I needed to tie my trainers. That wasn't the first time you had criticised my eating habits, and it wasn't fair really. I didn't criticise your strange eating habits, or the fact that you never slept and drank like a fish. Sometimes, I really hated you. You always knew how to make a bloke feel like shit.

When we got back to Andromeda's, you carefully took off your trainers and stripped your shirt right in the hallway. I couldn't help but stare at your pale, firm chest. Your shoulders were actually broader than I had imagined, or perhaps they just appeared that way because your waist was so slight; your stomach was lightly muscled and your nipples stood erect in the air, a beautiful and tender pink. Most people would say that you were on the skinny side, scrawny even, but to me, you were absolutely beautiful.

I just stood there ogling you and feeling embarrassed about my own body that was nowhere near as perfect as yours.

"Er-"

"Well, I'm off for a shower and then bed. I haven't slept all night," you said with that endearing grin again spread across your face. "Good run, Potter." You slapped my back as you walked by me. Thank Merlin you were gone because I instantly had a stiffy and needed to go release myself.

Even though you had embarrassed me on our run, at least I solved one mystery. Apparently, you were nocturnal, so you stayed out all night and then slept after your morning run. God, you are a strange bloke.

But that just made me want you even more.

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That day, I wanked off three different times to images of you running and then images of you shirtless and slapping my back. I felt like a twelve-year-old schoolboy again; although, I don't recall doing much wanking when I was twelve. I was more concerned about the evil Dark Lord that was trying to kill me.

After a delicious dinner, which I ate too much of once again and which you were notably absent from, I decided to take a page out of your book and take a nap. I woke up a little after ten and decided that I would go find a book in the library to read since I was bored and Andromeda didn't have a Muggle television set. When I came back to my room, you were sitting on my bed dressed in another 'going out' outfit and sipping a glass of red wine.

"You're late, Potter," you said, curling your upper lip disdainfully like you used to do when we were younger. Now that I knew you better, that sneer didn't quite have the same effect on me—instead, I found it amusing.

"Huh?" I replied, running a hand through my hair and thanking Merlin that I had decided to put on a pair of trousers and tee shirt before heading to the library.

"It's Friday night," you drawled. "We're going out."

"Alright. I didn't realise we had made plans."

You looked at me as though I was the stupidest person in the world and only said, "It's Friday night."

"So?"

"We're young, handsome, rich, and available. Why wouldn't we go out on Friday night?" you asked, shaking your head at me.

"Fine," I said resignedly, "just let me get changed."

"Oh no." You chugged the rest of your wine and vanished the glass, probably to the sink. "We're meeting women tonight, Potter. Two very beautiful women—and you cannot show up in any of those sorry excuses for clothing you own. I vouched for you. Do not embarrass me."

You had a determined look in your eyes, so I knew better than to argue.

"Just nothing too hot," I told you, sighing heavily.

"Merlin, Potter. Are you not a wizard? Cooling charms, you berk." You shook your head at me again. "You know, sometimes, I feel like I'm dealing with Crabbe and Goyle again. Salazar help me."

God, you are always so dramatic.

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To be continued...

Author's note: Thank you so much for reading. What do you think of Draco and Harry's run and Draco's strange habits? I hope everyone has a great week.

[13] The quote at the beginning of the chapter is by Gwen Hayes. It does not belong to me in any way.

Until next time,

~Icicle

Review responses:

unneeded: haha...you are right. It is going to take a lot more than just a few drinks to get Harry laid. You shall see what is coming. Drinking can be fun as long as it's in moderation. No one likes that sloppy friend who has to peeled off the pub floor at the end of the night. lol. Idk even I'm not drinking, I always find watching drunk people entertaining. I think they are funny because they have no idea how absurd they are. Thanks again for your comment, dear. = D

elemental witch: Thanks so much for your comment, dear! I loved the little story you shared about your husband. I understand...when your nervous the last thing you want to do is drink and then get yourself in trouble. He prob that you drinking the milky tea was adorable since things obviously worked out between you and your man. = D

There will be more scenes with Teddy in the future. In chapter 15 there's one and there was a small one in this chapter. I love the picnic idea though and will see if I can fit that in somewhere. I love input so thank you for your suggestions. s
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